more on having an affair
Israel, me, and you – No rules can save a whore. There is no safe place for the dirty and depraved. Not arms, no vision, no after-school program, no church, NOTHING but surrender, the covering by gruesome blood, the realized Love of the very God of the Universe. He comes into us. He is seed there, seal, helper, light of the world, and we, we were sluts. The gospel, it is harsh, and it is unfathomably sensual, and it makes so little sense, especially when we realize our low – His High.
And the low is where we scrounge. It’s where we shatter the glass bottle of our very best and pour it out like glad perfume. The feet of Jesus are that beautiful. Lay your body down there. Pour out, there, all the goods you have. Because you are the lowly, his beloved already in the door of His bedchamber.
This is the only way to keep from having an affair, to keep from constant idol worship.
UPDATE – a poem was removed here for publication.